A Regency Courtesan's Pride: More Than a Mistress / The Rake's Inherited Courtesan. Ann LethbridgeЧитать онлайн книгу.
passable.
And he was stuck in a house of ill repute. A joke Robert would have loved. Charlie didn’t find it in the least bit humorous. She should have told him last night instead of her pretending to be respectable—well, almost respectable.
A vision of Merry’s lovely slender leg in his hand popped into his brain. The arousal that had tormented him the previous evening, and upon awakening, started anew. He cursed. He’d behaved like a perfect gentleman with a woman who kept a bawdy house. What a quixotic fool she must have thought him.
He turned away from the window at the sound of the chamber door opening. Brian with boots in hand. The lad bowed deeply. ‘Good morning, my lord. Mr Gribble said to tell you the snow on the moors is really deep.’
‘I guessed as much. You don’t need to stay. I can manage.’
The lad looked so crestfallen at the dismissal, Charlie relented. ‘Brush my claret-coloured coat and then iron my cravat, if you wouldn’t mind.’
The lad touched his forelock. ‘Reet gladly, my lord.’
In less than an hour, Charlie was hunching his shoulders against a wind stronger than the previous evening and holding fast to his hat brim. The drifting snow came close to the top of his boots as he slogged down a hill to the stables. Set around three sides of a square courtyard, the building offered welcome shelter from the gale. He entered through the first door he came to and almost bumped into a fellow coming out. Not a groom. Of course not. It was Miss Draycott in a man’s low-crowned hat and her mannish driving coat.
Charlie raised his hat and smiled. ‘Good morning. I didn’t expect to see you up and about at this early hour.’
After the startled look faded from her expression, she frowned. Not pleased to see him. ‘I didn’t think London dandies rose from their bed before noon.’
‘Mr Brummell has given us all a very bad reputation,’ Charlie said mournfully. He knocked the snow off his boots against the door frame. ‘I came to see how the horses were doing.’ No sense in alarming her, when he had nothing but vague suspicions.
‘Don’t you trust my servants to take proper care of your animals, my lord?’
My, her temper was ill today. ‘If I didn’t trust your servants, Miss Draycott, I would have come out here last night.’
She acknowledged the hit with a slight nod.
‘I also wondered about your team. How is that foreleg?’
Her shoulders slumped. ‘Not good. Jed poulticed it, but it is badly swollen.’
‘Do you mind if I look?’
‘Not at all.’ She sounded quite doubtful. Probably thought he wouldn’t know one end of the beast from the other. Nor would he indicate otherwise. The fact that he liked working with horses was no one’s business but his own.
They walked along the stable block. A single row of stalls built along each back wall, nice drainage, fresh straw and a surprising number of mounts, both riding and draught. He nodded his approval.
The carriage horses were in the middle block. The wrinkled wizened man who’d met them with the lantern the previous evening stood leaning on a broom, watching the injured horse eat.
‘Jed, this is Lord Tonbridge,’ Merry said.
He knuckled his forehead. ‘Aah. Yours are reet fine animals, yer lordship. Two stalls down they are.’
‘Thank you. Miss Draycott is concerned about this one. May I see?’
The old fellow ran a knowing eye down his person. ‘Well, if you don’t mind mucking in the midden, you’re reet welcome.’
Charlie inched in beside the horse and sank down on his haunches. The groom had packed a mixture of warm mash and liniment around the injured foreleg. ‘How bad do you think it is?’
‘No more’n a strain, I reckon.’
‘He got hooked up in the traces,’ Miss Draycott said. ‘I hope he didn’t do any permanent damage.’
So, she’d followed him back. That was going to make his questioning of the head groom difficult.
‘Have you tried packing it with snow?’ Charlie asked.
Jed scratched at the grey stubble on his chin. ‘Never heard of that for a strain.’
Charlie grinned. ‘Nor I. My groom discovered it takes the swelling down faster than warm mash, if you want to try it. Little else to be done apart from plenty of rest.’
‘It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it, Jed?’ Merry said quietly. ‘I feel so badly. Not once in my life have I ever injured one of my horses.’
She sounded dreadfully guilty. Charlie wanted to put an arm around her shoulders and offer her comfort, then press her up against the stable wall and offer a bit more than that, she looked so starkly beautiful with her hair tucked up under her ridiculous hat.
‘'T’was my fault,’ Jed said. ‘I should have seen somat were up wi’carriage. I should never have let you drive alone.’
‘No, you should not,’ Charlie said. ‘The carriage could have turned over. The horse’s legs might have been broken rather than strained. Not to mention Miss Draycott’s safety.’
The groom’s wrinkled face looked grim. ‘Aye.’
‘It was not Jed’s fault,’ Miss Draycott said. ‘And it is beside the point. That poor creature is in pain.’
‘Nowt to worry your head about, missy.’
‘I’ll check again later,’ she said, rubbing her upper arms.
He hadn’t thought her so sentimental a woman. Yet on their drive she had kept turning back to look at the injured beast. Perhaps, beneath her hard brittle shell, she’d a soft centre. Hopefully, the head groom wouldn’t let her rampage around the countryside alone in future. He’d have a word with him in private. Later. When Merry left.
‘You’d be better off staying warm by the fire,’ the groom said.
‘I’ll take a look at my cattle while I’m here, Jed.’
‘Sixteen mile an hour tits, I’m thinkin', my lord,’ Jed said.
‘On a smooth road downhill.’ Charlie patted the injured horse’s rump and exited the stall. He exited further along the stable block.
‘I was going too fast,’ Merry said, following him. ‘I was angry and hurrying because of the weather. I must have hit a rut.’
He’d seen no signs of a rut large enough to damage an axle. ‘Fretting won’t change it.’
Her chin quivered. ‘No. It won’t. But that horse is in pain. I can see it in his eyes.’
Charlie didn’t quite know what to say, so said nothing. He strode along the block until he found his team. They huffed a greeting. He spent a moment or two going over their hooves and their limbs. Someone had brushed them and their brown coats shone.
‘You have a good man in Jed,’ he said.
‘He worked for my grandfather.’ She spoke as if the words answered all.
They walked side by side along the alley in front of the stalls.
‘It seems you are to be burdened by my company for a while longer,’ he said.
‘It is no burden,’ she said absently as if she had something else on her mind. ‘It won’t be the first time we are snowed in for a few days.’
‘Thank you for your hospitality.’
His voice must have sounded just a little dry, because her head turned, her eyes meeting his gaze.
She gave a rueful smile. ‘Did I sound dreadfully rude? I apologise. I